Some days it is the simple things. Sitting in an over sized lawn chair with my feet up, a cup of hot tea, and my son snuggling on my lap. His head laid back against my shoulder, his cheek exposed for innumerable kisses. The softness wounds me in its velvety sweetness.
Not to be outmaneuvered, my daughter climbs aboard as well. The curve of her bottom plopped down into my lap, all while continuing her stream of consciousness chatter.
Letting go of the shoulda, woulda, coulda and immersing myself in the moment. Memories weaving their indelible spell for the future reflection. Never to be regretted for the time taken. How lucky I am to have these moments with them. My children. This fleeting present in our ever hastier world.